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WHO: Jake Jensen
WHERE: South Inn with network option
WHEN: 05/27
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: PG will update as needed

For months Jake has been working on numerous biological warfare weapons and devices so that he can outfit Cougar with the best weapons they can have on the island. He’s gathered dusts and venom, mingling wild things and items he’s gotten in boxes, and all that he can so that, in the end, they’re not without defenses should things go bad.

No, not should. For when they go bad.

Gathering the venom or dust from the fireflies should have been easy. He has tried scraping them, and he’s tried crushing them, and in the end what he got is the worst case of paranoia than he’s ever had. Even since his early days in the military. Shit, this sucks. So bad. Though maybe they want it to suck for him, maybe they want him feeling like this. Maybe it’s whoever is behind this.

Fuck.

He got to the inn, brewing the goldbells gathered, knowing from his research that it would counteract what the fireflies had done to him. Humming as he brewed the tea, looking over the map found recently. It’s not much different than others some have drawn, yet it adds so much to the full details of the area. But no answer on how to get out.

Cradling the cup in his hands, taking his first sip, hoping it works fast because he really wants to head home but nothing in him wants to face Cougar feeling like this, with these horrible thoughts in his head.

“You see my problem is this, I'm dreaming away wishing that heroes, they truly exist. I cry, watching the days. Can't you see? I'm a fool in so many ways.” The humming turns to singing under his breath, the volume growing as he spins and steps. One foot tripping over the other and the cup toppling from his hand.

Goldbell tea pouring over the map as he cries out, jerking the tee he is wearing up and over his head, dabbing frantically at the map. “No. No. No. No. No.”

The tee helps, but the result is a map that is still drenched with tea, seeping into the paper… and leaving odd, red spots all over the map.

“What the…” He blinks at what he’s seeing, messing with the device on his wrist. At first thinking to only send it to Cougar, but then setting it to all.

“Uhmmm, okay one?” He starts slowly, considering his words. “Someone may have poured tea on the map that Natasha found,” he says, glancing at the map, back to his wrist, and then looking up. It may have been a prayer. “And it’s got weird.. I don’t know. Weird red dots,” he says, twisting his wrist and showing the map as it looks now. “Uhmmm, someone want to come check this out? Anyone? Cougar? I swear, this isn’t the paranoia. Something’s being all weird, you guys. So, uhmm, help?”